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This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all: / My lady's month. A season of young things. / She rules the light with harmony, and brings / The year's first green upon the beeches tall. / How often, where long creepers wind and fall / Through the deep woods in noonday wanderings, / I've heard the month, when she to echo sings, / I've heard the month make merry madrigal.
How often, bosomed in the breathing strong / Of mosses and young flowerets, have I lain / And watched the clouds, and caught the sheltered song -- / Which it were more than life to hear again -- / Of those small birds that pipe it all day long / Not far from Marly by the memoried Seine.